Conan stood conflicted and confused about what just happened.
She bought him a gift.
She went out today.
She waited for him.
She ate what he made and made him choke.
She tried to give him the gift but carelessly touched his sword and then she got wounded.
It wasn't her intention to get wounded and she is probably in pain now.
He sighed heavily his frown prominent.
He sat on the couch and looked at what she had bought for him, its shape made it obvious, that it was a sword sheath. It's packaging.
It is meticulously made from high-quality mahogany wood, and the sword sheath boasts intricate filigree patterns inlaid with glistening silver. A polished onyx gem decorates the sheath's hilt, complementing the deep, polished finish of the sheath. Fine leather accents and delicate gold detailing complete the enchanting design, making it a masterpiece of both artistry and functionality.
